Page 138 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

Caden took the reins again as I released his wrist. He matched that same intensity, then added a little quirky twist to his wrist. He rammed me with his hand, pushing air out of my lungs and making my eyes roll back. I rubbed the back of my head against the pillow, moaning and whimpering as ghosts of pain drowned beneath the crashing waves of pleasure.

I flailed my right arm towards the nightstand and Caden pulled his fingers out of me as if I’d been trying to escape. He quickly realized I was trying to reach the bag with my cosmetics and let his lips stretch into a half-smile. “What do you need?”

“Condoms,” I whispered, then cleared my throat and spoke in a manlier voice. “I want you to fuck me, Jones.” The words sounded like they belonged to someone else, but they echoed every desire I could feel.

He nodded, then moved off the bed. “Stay like that. I want to look at you.”

For an instant, I forgot how to inhale. Would we lock eyes while he fucked me? Would I gaze at that emerald stare of calm hatred and low-simmering attraction? Nothing would turn me on more than that.

Caden found what he needed in his backpack, slipped the condom on as he returned to the bed, and squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingers. He stroked himself for a time as he knelt between my spread legs. Only now, when he was holding himself with his hand for comparison, did I see just how big he was.

For years, he’d always struck me as a quiet, shy person…well, when he wasn’t arguing with me. Had I been inclined to imagine it, I would have marked him as slightly above average simply because I’d seen him stroll through the locker room. But here, at full mast, with thick and heavy balls and not a single hair on his body, he was like some erotic deity.

“If you want, you can bite the pillow,” he said in a low purr.

Shivers ran down my spine. I felt his words in my stomach. I felt them in my groin.

He dragged his hands over my thighs, then pushed my knees back to my shoulders. I quickly wrapped my arms around my legs, my ass thrust out and set on the pillow he’d given me.

We looked at one another. His straight nose made me think of the statue of David from history textbooks. His muscles bunched as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. The tip of his dick touched my hole and rubbed almost idly. “If you need me to stop, just say it and I’ll stop.”

I managed to inhale and hold it together. “I need you to fuck me,” I murmured, never taking my eyes off his face. His cheekbones were so ridiculously high and I couldn’t believe I’d never noticed that before. Or that small dimple in his chin.

The urge to touch his face, arms, and torso shot through me. He was leaning in, one hand on my thigh, the other holding his cock. He towered over me as he added soft pressure against my hole, little by little.

I lifted my right hand to hold him by his bicep and his muscles knotted under my fingertips. He released a soft sigh as if it was a relief to let down his arms for a night. Just then, such elation brimmed in me that my body relaxed and accepted him. The pressure skyrocketed, but the pain was minimal. By now, I knew to expect a moment of it before I could surrender myself to all the pleasures. They needed to be earned.

Caden sank into me. What felt like the whole ten inches ended up as barely two when he stopped and I looked. My body was folded, knees pitched on my shoulders, feet in the air, ass lifted and spread for Caden. When he released his cock, he straightened and gripped my ankles, more to help me keep the balance than anything else, I was sure. His upper arm was too far for me to hold, so I held both hands on his hips. In a way, it seemed as intimate a gesture as having our bodies merge into one.

I watched him, my mouth gaping, but no sound left my throat. I managed a few shallow breaths as Caden finished straightening his torso. His cock was barely inside me, pulsing, when Caden pulled his hips a little back.

The pain of first contact made my eyes bulge,and Caden pulled out, exhaling steadily without a trace of disappointment. Shame threatened to fill me if I failed another time. He adjusted himself, the slick tip of his cock pressed against the center of my hole and he let saliva fall from his mouth to my taint. He rubbed it with his length, smearing it against my skin, and pushed on.

I bit my lower lip, swallowing a moan as he stretched me. An inch entered me, making my body want to thrash around in euphoria as much as in search of safety.

But Caden knew what he was doing way better than me. I simply held my breath and parted my lips, holding his gaze as he swung his hips forward and pushed into me. Every kind of feeling soared through me instantly. Elation was the strongest, twisting my toes and making my cock jerk. Precum beaded on the swollen head of my dick, dragging a silver string to my abs, and I discovered that I was slowly exhaling but couldn’t remember how to inhale again.

I couldn’t get enough of Caden. The soft lights in the room made his features kind and warm. He was nothing like the fuckface I knew every morning of my college life. This guy was something totally different. And for all the rough play he had promised, he was still falling short. He was caring in how he leaned into me, probing me deeper and squeezing all the air out of my lungs. His thick cock was as hard as marble. It filled me a fraction of an inch at a time. And even when I winced at how fucking big he was and how far away our bodies were, he was mindful of me.

Caden squeezed my ankles harder. “If you push, it’ll hurt less.”

“It doesn’t hurt.” It was barely a whisper—a rustling of leaves in the wind.

Caden cocked one side of his lips. “It’s because I’m not even moving.”

I widened my eyes and realized I was doing the opposite of what he said. I tightened around the couple of inches he’d pushed into me. And when it clicked in my head, I knew what to do. The act made my cock feel numb in a way, but it relaxed my hole so much that all my sensations came from there. Caden, sliding in, reaching the place that made me giddy and swim with lust, was right. It was easier like this. It wasn’t exactly painless, but I wasn’t sure if I could call this pain at all. I felt his size inside of me. I felt how hard he was as he dipped deeper. Hell, I could feel the grip on my ankles as acutely as anything else he was doing to me.

And as I pushed, my abs flexing hard, precum trickled out of my cock. Each time Caden thrust into me harder or deeper, I felt it through my taint and precum beaded on the tip of my hard cock. His moves were still reserved and careful, but I could feel myself stretching and accepting him with growing ease. Each time, he impaled me a little deeper. Each time, the thrust was a little harder. And each time, I moaned a little louder.

My lower back and ass were lifted high enough for me to clearly see his actions. And using his athletic weight, Caden was slowly pushing my legs further back and leaning lower over me. At first, I was only aware of him impaling me more intensely, but I soon realized we were both moaning.

What had begun as a gentle training of my body to accept him turned into a vicious fight for dominance. Caden had me where he wanted me, thrusting his hips forward and slamming against my ass, filling me with his length while I cried out curses.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t push him away, but I wanted him to know he wasn’t the only one calling the shots. Instead, I pulled his hips, forcing him to reach deeper into me. And when that wasn’t enough to satisfy my needs, I forced him to free my ankles. I practically dragged him down and grabbed his head when it was within reach. Holding his thick locks of dark hair in my hands, I pulled him down and slammed our faces together. We moaned, but we also kissed, and the messy symphony played on. He swallowed my cries and I his curses.

It must have infuriated him to be so submissive to my whims that he fucked me harder, forcing me to whimper and moan louder. I couldn’t fucking believe this was real. But I couldn’t tackle those thoughts, either. I embraced only the physical part of it. Whatever it was, it was damn hot.

“I fucking knew you wanted me,” I grunted over his lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Each time he thrust into me, I felt his size anew. I felt how much of him was in me. It was yet another thought I didn’t dare unpack. It was too sexy and destructive. It was too real. It was so hot that even forming it into images made me want to come.